Lyrics Clocked - Atmosphere
Once
upon
a
time,
there
was
a
young
boy
He
grew
up
on
the
banks
of
the
Mississippi
He
wants
to
fly
away
to
find
his
personal
paradise
But
first
I
give
thanks
and
then
finish
my
whiskey
I
can't
explain
why
I
feel
so
alone
When
I'm
surrounded
by
these
people
who
won't
leave
me
alone
We
used
to
treat
the
pain
like
an
obstacle
Before
we
knew
it
offered
opportunity
to
glue
me
to
you
It's
a
beautiful
life,
we
tryin'
to
notice
it
But
it's
a
difficult
life,
you
gotta
hold
it
in
your
fist
Like
a
knife,
don't
ever
bleed
for
vampires
Skeptical
of
suckers
tryna
feed
my
trash
fire
If
you
got
the
time,
you
gotta
make
that
impact
Bend
up
the
bars
and
break
out
of
the
syntax
I
keep
running
until
I
collapse
Until
my
time's
up
and
I
don't
come
back
Make
time
to
have
a
good
time
If
you
can't
find
time,
you
might
have
to
buy
time
Take
a
timeout
before
you're
all
out
of
time
It's
about
time,
don't
be
wasting
my
time
Once
upon
a
time,
there
was
a
young
boy
He
grew
up
on
the
bottom
of
the
Twin
Cities
We
bothered
everybody
at
the
party
She
could've
been
my
Bobby,
I
probably
was
her
Whitney
I'll
write
a
song
for
you,
then
write
another
one
I
struggle
just
to
keep
it
down
to
a
couple
of
Pages
in
the
notebook,
save
you
on
a
hard
drive
What's
it
gonna
take
to
get
your
name
in
the
archives?
And
I
pretend
to
do
the
sensible
thing
But
I've
been
swimming
upstream
ever
since
I
could
dream
And
it
don't
even
seem
like
the
line's
getting
shorter
I
need
a
drug
that
makes
time
move
slower
I
been
complaining
just
a
little
too
often
I
should
be
thankful
for
these
limited
options
I
got
a
full
belly
and
something
to
cough
on
Somebody
tell
me
what
the
fuck
is
my
problem?
Make
time
to
have
a
good
time
If
you
can't
find
time
you
might
have
to
buy
time
Take
a
timeout
before
you're
all
out
of
time
It's
about
time,
don't
be
wasting
my
time
You
know
what
time
it
is
You
know
what
time
it
is
Time's
killing
us,
time's
killing
us
We
killing
time
and
time's
killing
us
Time's
killing
us,
k-killing
us
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